Mind Block

Do you ever feel like you have creativity building up inside of you but you have no idea how to let it out? I get that all the time, it seems. I will desperately want to write a song, a story, draw a picture, just do something that is incredibly deep and creative.
I usually end up just journaling about it, or in this case, blogging about it. It helps, but the feeling always comes back.
The feeling is most often spurred by certain music I am listening to or artwork I am looking at.  The Killers always make me happy (a band, if you don't know any of their stuff, look it up!!), and the lyrics to their songs make me want to write a song equally as happy-inducing and awesome.
And almost anything makes me want to write a story. But all of the stories I have begun so far I am burned out on, unfortunately.
I think the problem is that I am procrastinating again, and when I procrastinate, that means I check my Facebook news feed every two seconds, and when that gets old, I start listening to music and reading things and books and it makes me get into a creative state.
But I'm not talented enough to do anything about it.
Well, this blog has certainly not helped alleviate any of the bursting creativity still flowing through my veins.

Just for fun, I will post the lyrics to my current favorite song on here so I can envy their beauty.

Verse 1
Daddy, I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry
'Cause there ain't nothin' you can do to change my mind.
I'm not here to know the things I cannot do;
We've seen the outcome of the boys who didn't fly.

That road outside that you've been taking home forever,
That'll be the same road that I take when I depart.
Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together
May twist and turn but somewhere deep there is a heart.

Chorus
Playing with fire,
You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight.
And you're out on the wire,
You know you're playing with fire.

Verse 2
Perhaps this calling is the channel of invention.
I will not blush if others see it as a crime.
However dangerous the road, however distant,
These things won't compromise the will of the design.

Ten thousand demons hammered down with every footstep,
Ten thousand angels rush the wind against my back.
This church of mine may not be recognized by steeple,
But that doesn't mean that I will walk without a God.

Special Little Part That I Don't Know How To Label
Rolling River of Truth, can you spare me a sip?
The Holy Fountain of Youth has been reduced to a drip.
I've got this burning believe in salvation and love.
This notion may be naive, but when push comes to shove,
I will till this ground.

Part of Chorus
You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
Out on the wire.

Bridge
And I might not get there,
But this little town, this little house,
They seem to be leaning in the wrong direction.
I'm not afraid of you no more.

Chorus




So that's Playing With Fire by Brandon Flowers, the lead singer of The Killers. It's a beautiful song; I suggest you listen to it. And that's about all.